A/N: Ummm have to be a little bit more abstract in this chapter and you'll know why. Needless to say I think I may be stretching the limits of a T rating but it depends HOW you translate the abstract content.

*** Just in case however. This story has been moved to a M rating ***

BTW for those the wish to skip that "abstract content", skip the sections that begin with *** and end with the same.

LOL.

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Dyson was sitting at the table next to the boxing ring sipping coffee when Mark stumbled out of the bed room.

"God Dyson," Mark exclaimed arching is back to relieve the stiffness, "I don't know which is worse, the floor or your futon."

Dyson just keep reading the paper and replied, "It builds character."

Mark just chuckled, "Did anyone tell you that you can be a pain in the neck? And speaking of, I have one of those too." Mark rolled his head to stretch it out.

"Yea, Tamsin but it takes one to know one," Dyson calmly relayed.

Mark made it to the coffee maker taking a sniff then putting on a face of disgust and just asked, "Do you have anything to eat or drink that ISN'T putrid or gross?"

"I like it. Again, it builds character. It makes you tough," Dyson put his paper down and looked at Mark with a tight smirk.

"Yea. I'm gonna go out for a walk to build character and MAYBE run into a McDowell's too," Mark sauntered to the door with this hair still disheveled but stopped just short of it when a loud knock was heard emanating from it.

Mark shot a glance at Dyson and Dyson just nodded to Mark to open the door.

Mark did an Igor like imitation with a hunched back and just grunted, "Yes master."

Upon opening the door part way, his eyes landing on a beautiful somewhat petite tanned Asian woman in black pants, solid color cream blouse top and navy blazer. She had her long hair pulled into a ponytail. She also had a badge clipped to the front of her belt and what looked like a gun holstered on her right hip.

Mark all of a sudden straightened up feeling self conscious and smiled, "Hi I'm Mark and you are?"

"Detective Kendra Shaw, homicide for district 69. Is Detective Dyson Wolfbane here?" Kendra replied with in an Australian accent and smiled trying to peer into the room.

Dyson walked up behind Mark knowing that Mark's hormones were going off the charts. He knew that Kendra's wiles along with her experience made her doubly effective in the field.

Mark just had a dazed look right before Dyson smacked him on the back of the head.

"Ow..." Mark glared at Dyson rubbing the back of his head.

Dyson opened the door the rest of the way and Kendra just came in and immediately hugged Dyson.

Dyson actually missed her scent. She smelled like citrus products in addition to her regular smell.

"Hey Dyson? Miss me?" Kendra jeered.

"Of course. I miss the case loads of work you send my way Lieutenant," Dyson broke the hug.

"It's Captain, I got promoted a year ago when Eric left for the Narcotics unit," Kendra relayed.

"Oh really? Hey, can I get you some coffee?" Dyson offered.

Kendra just walked around and surveyed the musty gym. "I like what you did with the place. You live here?" Kendra mocked playfully.

Mark scanned Kendra up and down and was smacked on the back of the head by Dyson again.

"Owwww CRAP. Will you stop that! What was that for?!" Mark asked annoyed.

"Just in case," Dyson chuckled.

Mark just whispered, "Hey if YOU want to jump her bones, that's fine by me mister I've got yellow fever."

"She HUMAN Mark," Dyson replied seriously.

"So? That in no way prevents you from tapping that keg," Mark mumbled but jumped back narrowly avoiding Dyson's smack to his head.

"She's married."

"So? DILF? DINK in case you're wondering."

"Ewwwwww Dyson. You STILL don't know how to make coffee?" Kendra sniffed the pot of it and backing up quickly to get some fresh air.

"Well what can I say, I like my coffee strong and hot," Dyson replied but got cut off when Mark injected.

"Yea, like his choice in wom ... WHOA!" Mark ducked again to avoid the swing.

"I'm sorry Kendra, Mark is my son and he just hit puberty a week ago," Dyson apologized.

"No worries Dyson. Mark, I like men the way I like my fresh brewed coffee. Nowhere NEAR my vagina," Kendra stated dumping out the remaining coffee to make a new pot.

Dyson and Mark just glanced at each other both knowing that Kendra just dissed them both.

"God you really need to get some real food Dyson," Kendra peered into the near empty fridge. "Hey, mind if I make something?"

Dyson and Mark both took a seat of the bar.

Dyson just said, "Go ahead. You can try."

"Did either of you eat breakfast?" Kendra looked at them out of curiosity.

"Naaaa, I tend to pick up something before I hit the precinct," Dyson replied coolly.

Mark just added, "Yea, McDowells. Yuck. I'm NOT loving it AT ALL."

"Hmmmm," Kendra just rummaged through the freezer and fridge pulling out eggs, bread and potatoes. "I think I can whip up something fast for you guys so that Dyson and I can get on the case. JUST don't get use to it. OK?"

Kendra just started slicing, dicing, mixing and cooking but finally asked, "Dyson? Are you like on some new fangled diet craze? How do you even eat with less than 10 items in the fridge?"

"I make do," Dyson smirked sipping his putrid coffee.

Mark was all googly eyed really happy that he may get a decent meal for once pouring from the new pot of coffee with satisfaction.

"Yea, Dyson's on the Seafood Diet," Mark clarified.

"Huh? But he only has expired cans of tuna," Kendra noted.

Mark chuckled, "He's 'sees food', he eats it."

Everyone did a hearty laugh and in no time, Dyson, Mark and Kendra were eating a breakfast fit for royalty.

Kendra had taken off her jacket as they sat down to eat. Mark was surprised that Kendra had not only her Glock, but she also had a large knife on the back of her belt, an expandable baton and even 2 magazine reloads. She looked a little over kill in terms of hardware.

Dyson was use to Kendra. She was always over prepared. Oddly enough, no matter how many times he interfaced with her, he couldn't stop mentally undressing her. He berated himself for that but whenever Kendra stretched, his mind automatically went into the gutter. Eric, her husband, was one luck guy.

'Tamsin? Sister? Are you ok?'

Tamsin's eyes batted open and felt really refreshed for once. The sun was shining brightly into the room and tried to stretch.

'Yea, I'm fine,' Tamsin thought back through the link but realized mid stretch that someone was next to her hugging her.

'Oh crap,' Tamsin thought back. 'Bo.'

'Yea? Don't tell me. You're in bed with her now.'

'BITE ME Arin.'

'Sure unless Bo beat me to it'

Tamsin tried to get out of bed but Bo pulled her back in saying sleepily, "Staaaaaaaay."

"Ugggg," Tamsin transition from her back to face away and get up again but Bo pulled her back and mumbled, "I love you. More than you know. staayyyy"

'Shizzle, Bo doesn't let me go even in her effing sleep,' Tamsin relayed frustrated.

'Yea she likes to say that she loves you, more than you know, then hold you tighter. Yea, she did that to me too.'

'She probably says that to everyone. Don't want to wake her, she'll open her mouth and TALK. I HATE talking.'

Tamsin tried again with a little more strength but not enough to wake Bo and it was still unsuccessful.

'FRACK!' Tamsin collapsed back into the bed as Bo pull her into spooning position.

'Didn't work huh?' Arin jeered.

'OH SHIT! She's now spooning me.'

'Both of you have clothes on I hope.'

'Mother of god. YES Arin OF COURSE .. but... I HATE YOU. Rats ... She's now 'palming the basketball!'

'Oh not good. No bra Tamsin?'

'Frack YOU. I like to sleep comfortably OK? It's not for HER pleasure ok?'

'Oh she's getting pleasure out of it all right. Hope she's not having an erotic dream about you.'

'THAT'S it. FRACK THIS crap!'

'Don't hurt her. She's not being purposefully malicious.'

'I'll TRY not to. WAIT. Are you in her corner?' Tamsin thought back incredulously.

'No but I think she still actually does love you.'

'She's a succubus. She loves to screw everything that moves.'

Tamsin just gave up and went limp in Bo's arms.

'I guess Lauren was able to get Bo out of the coma?'

Tamsin just droned out in defeat, 'Not necessarily. She woke up like a zombie rising from the dead when Lauren and I were arguing.'

It was then Tamsin felt one of Bo hands go lower on her tummy while the other stayed put.

'Oh so it was you.'

'STOP having her side Arin! Bo woke up 'cus I was in the middle of kicking Lauren's ass or was just about to. She has a soft spot for LAUREN and didn't want me to slit her throat which I ALMOST did... god.. she.. she's... OH crap.'

'What sis?'

'She's really good at palming the basketball. Don't you DARE freaking laugh!'

'Wait, is she still asleep? That didn't happen to me.'

Tamsin craned her head over and even tried to adjust herself but Bo held her in tightly.

'Yea she still is. Probably dreaming about shagging Lauren. In ANY case if she was awake, I'd kick her ass RIGHT NOW. She has no fucking right to use me as her love toy,' Tamsin huffed out over the link.

'So what now? You are sleeping with her to alleviate the pain from the link?'

'Yea. I told her that was hers and the pain stopped. DON'T you fucking tell Freya,' Tamsin asserted.

'Are you?'

'Like I had a fucking choice... It was be hers or live in pain... and no. I am not cold hearted enough to just let her die... ummm... god she's good...'

*** Then Tamsin noted that Bo's free hand slid just under her loose waist band.

'Arin! Crap.. her hand dipped into my bottoms now crossing the beach head! Fuck I have to kick her ass now. She'd better be sleeping or I SWEAR!'

'Tamsin, just pull her hand out and hold her hands together on your tummy to restrain them. Who cares about waking her up now,' Arin replied but realized that Tamsin might actually want it.

'God... no no no... I can't do this .. but I want this.. No I don't ... PLEASE yes... no Bo, you can't to this ...Yes... take me... FUCK! Arin don't you DARE fracking tell anyone.'

'ooookkkk. Enjoy the ride. Oh and tell me EVERY little detail. Inquiring minds want to know.'

'No! Troops advancing and storming the trench!' Tamsin buried her face into the pillow.

'Oh NO! Noooo breached my last line of defenses wide open... naaaaaaaaaaaa... Ramming my fortifications! ... nooooooooooooooooooooooooo I HATE that succubus! Naaaa I FUCKING surrender! Uggggggggggggg!'

Tamsin yelled into the pillow as quietly as she could as her entire body tensed up.

*** Bo opened her eyes knowing full well that Tamsin couldn't see her and put on one of the most mischievous smirks surveying her handy work. She wanted Tamsin so badly but didn't know if she just wanted to feed or was it more. At that moment she knew it wasn't about feeding because she couldn't.

She wanted that Valkyrie.

She wanted ALL of her.

She wanted to see Tamsin in her most intimate of moments. It was selfish of her and Bo knew it, but needed to see if Tamsin was still into her and the answer was a screaming and resounding 'YES'.

That was all Bo needed to know and went back to feigning deep sleep.

Tamsin finally went limp not even bothering to correct Bo's hands. She looked over to Bo and she was still peacefully sleeping with a smirk like she was having a great dream.

After 5 minutes of recovery time, Tamsin was now able to turn to see Bo face to face and Bo adjusted her hands to just holding her low across her back.

The Valkyrie searched Bo's face to see if she was really sleeping.

Bo, Tamsin noted, was either really good at faking it or she still was.

Tamsin was tired again since she just reached the heavens and whispered into Bo's ear, "If you are awake. This NEVER NEVER EVER freaking happened. I ... HATE you... and I have to hate you so I don't get hurt again... but ...but... crap Bo you know how to handle me all too well."

'Arin. That was... heaven. Do you think she really truly loves me? I mean she IS a succubus.'

'You will know if she becomes exclusive to you. Willingly that is. If she respects you and the bond, she will do what it takes to make it right. Look at her actions before her words.'

'She just rocked me. I don't know if she really wants all of me.'

'Be honest with her and set your boundaries. That may help.'

'Hey Arin? How do you know so much about love?'

'I ... I ... crap... Tamsin, please don't let anyone know. I read lots of self help books in my spare time on earth. It passes the time, but helps me interface with humans better.'

'But love is different from normal relations. You mean you read those types of books too?'

'I plead the fifth.'

Tamsin huffed out a weak laugh. 'Thanks sis.'

Bo and Tamsin both went back to sleep and ended up slumbering well into the morning.

Kenzi peaked in on them a couple times and just smiled. Tamsin and Bo ended up hugging one another showing affection only reserved for couples in love. At least now, Tamsin may actually have a shot with her bestie.